A lost-soul memory junkie with a yen

Give me a whole new life, your hands coarser.

Give me her life,

His hands stray as he thinks of her.

. Heavier. wherever it is that you are
My body.

...

granted in the p-please stop!

Even as I thought it, Ain't shit to do inside but work on your body.
devoid lifting weights. lips sealed
to match wasn't beyond most of them.

It is two or three in the morning.

She becomes convinced that he is going to kill her and dump her body in the wasteland.
Park next to a small house.

My muscles

Bodysnatchings weren't unheard of. not to that extent.

scramble the finger-

the smacking sounds my hand makes against her pink skin.

as far as it will go into her ear

Throws them out of the car, a ghost never tires

and again

soft accidents,
This can't be something I got from someone else because

haunted fucks
holding breath skin codes skin oll rides subway Women checking me out, she`s a 7-11 ghost girl, Fucking patos checking me

But the day I killed ghosting for a living
doll yoko, Eyes soft watering holes,

ghost ponds,

everyone wants.

Octopus in her cunt,

I don't owe Uncle Ong shit.

chua is now known as don-monster.

this is my first kill?

a pack of hungry ghosts hovers over the bridge of winter dreams

visualization

He couldn't to kill is to forget all women are ghosts and should rightly be feared but not the kind of body you can easily dismiss.

@join doll yoko
doll yoko swims up from crater mud pond of dead girls. their bodies wrapped in hers as she takes their last breaths and makes them her first tiny pink body is now covered in sweat;

always pond,

a ghost becoming and she had complied,
knowing the terms of the contract.
far too brutally.

chua

Anything else you want to know about teh nature of hell?

fucking her mother,

how she despised the stupid useless doctor who gave her mother tranqs that only kept her quiet for as long as the doctor was in the house and how she started up her awful creepy chanting.
People look at me like they have to, fills oceans with her sadness

the sky is heavy with clouds of remorse for acts not yet committed As if they can see the rage pouring off my dark skin. the

forgetting how to dance to kill is to forget]

a ghost becoming

he is everything and nothing

she will be haunted by a past which is forever the future [doll yoko says: That would happen if nobody set the scene; the morning after a mental costume orgy. becoming fuck the other officer,

identify at all, kept insisting I was now somebody else.

she takes his hands that she may hold that which he holds
she takes his lips that she may share in all his kisses

Junkie is now
she weeps tears of code I'm still doing the crimes.

not doing the time.

ghost,

philosopher came in to settle the matter;

some skinny woman had been arguing, Now I'm beyond that. Now I'm a junkie.

it is in a state of complete desolation that the little ghost realises she must kill again due to widespread bodyplay,

their bodies wrapped in hers as she takes their last breaths and makes them her first the biological didn't count,